In early March, when my wife BreAnne and I travelled to Lexington to see her neurologist, I was convinced that he would be amazed by the fact that her second brain scan, an MRI, would disagree with the CT scan previously performed. I was certain he would tell us that the prayers must have been effective and that her brain tumor was gone. However, Dr. Pittman came into the room and told us that he had viewed the MRI and agreed with the colloid cyst diagnosis other doctors had given. I was depressed, disappointed, and even shocked. I was positive that the Lord was going to miraculously heal her. “Our heavenly Father wouldn’t allow my wife to go through this” I thought. Of course, to my disbelief, I was wrong. To add to the devastation, Dr. Pittman informed us that the cyst was in a difficult place, and endoscopic surgery was not an option. We had hoped and prayed that if God didn’t heal BreAnne miraculously that the doctors would be able to perform endoscopic surgery, which is minimally invasive and usually results in only one night in the hospital. It was painful to hear that option counted out, leaving the much more involved and invasive “trap-door” surgery, which meant cutting her hair, making an incision across her scalp, making the trap-door incision, and going between the two halves of the brain in order to drain and remove the cyst. So, not only was the cyst still there, the surgery was going to be much tougher to undergo and recover from. Needless to say, I was devastated.
It wasn’t easy remaining strong for my wife, whom God richly blessed me with. It was tough to concentrate at work, and even more so in my studies. However, God brought us through. The surgery was successful. Dr. Pittman is very confident that the cyst will never be a problem, again. BreAnne recovered her strength and memory. My wife and I and our families became closer than ever. BreAnne’s lovely hair is coming back, and she has returned to work. God met our need.
It’s now been two months since the day of BreAnne’s surgery and I still don’t necessarily understand why BreAnne wasn’t healed miraculously. Myself and hundreds of the redeemed across many towns, states, and time zones prayed for God to simply take the cyst away. I had never had so much faith that God would do an amazing work. However, God chose not to heal her that way. He chose to use her doctors, nurses, family, and friends. Although I haven’t learned the answer to my question about how God dealt with BreAnne’s condition, I did learn that the prayers I and countless others prayed for her so that she would be healed, albeit not miraculously, were answered. I learned that God knows our need. I also learned that God knows our story – not only how it began and how it is unfolding, but also how it will end. That is certainly a faith-sustaining lesson.